As always, he is dressed impeccably, his hair and eyes glowing with an almost obsessive shade of white. Fiddling with his gloved hands, he wears a smile that, at a glance, looks like that of an angel. It's the kind of face that would make you recoil in horror, as usual!

When did it start becoming like this? Looking back, it really happened before you knew it. Seeing you fluttering about made his heart sway strangely, and his chest felt tight with a dull ache.

What if you run away? He'll just have to bring you back.

Of course, he has no intention of hurting you. He would bring you back as carefully and gently as possible so as not to leave even a single scratch. Such tenderness was something that strangely flowed out of him naturally only when he was in front of you.

And after bringing you back... should he just lock you away in a tight embrace? It would feel quite good to see you struggling in his arms.

Then he would think of a way to make sure you could never run away again. A thought suddenly occurred to him that he quite liked. If he slowly let his poison consume you and used that tattered life—which looked ready to snap at any moment—as an excuse to keep you by his side forever—

—Ah, you'd definitely hate that, so let's not.

He wants to burrow into a corner of your life and occupy it without being hated, if possible.